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Guttermouth The Album Formerly Known As Full Length Lp

Hey blood come around Come check out my part of town I want to see you there tonight But in my neighborhood You know the chicken's good I want to

Digging graves in my living room Red roses in full bloom A hanging lamp floats down the hall I believe in ghosts Though ghosts I never see Ghosts

That's why I'm such a bitch Boy's underwear makes me feel like I'm punk Sixteen years I've had two beers of life Sixteen years I've had two beers and I know

Most girls I know are so lame Red hot bods They're all the same Nothing in between the ears Just lots of space Six cans of beer to fuck See you

of time Oh yes, so crazy, so sick of your kind I said I'm crazy baby, and you're out of line Every time you look at me I realize what you can't see Then I know

's no more sex appeal I give you flakes I give you puffs of corn right off the shelf I know you never thought of that I know you never thought of

American flag waving high Protecting it I want to die I don't know about you man But I'd rather die Than live under communist rules Let 'em go ahead

Now the time is here Toilet talk is what is near In an outhouse outside my pad My sense of smell makes me see red My dog takes a drink From the toilet

Well, country's in the red Soon we'll be dead No life, not even a flower Cause atomic power Scares the shit out of you There's nothing you can do